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New Year's Party
by Old Dreamer (georgy@hotmail.com)

***

A wife is annoyed by her husband's neglect at a New 
Year's party and really lets her hair down, allowing 
her partners to finger-fuck her and wanking them off on 
the dark dance floor. (M+/F, reluc, wife, exh, mast)

***

We were invited to a colleague's New Year's party. My 
wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously, 
firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised 
when she accepted with no fuss.

Our marriage had been going through a rough phase 
lately. I had once pressed her to make love to another 
man in my presence but she had indignantly refused. 

"If I am going to fuck someone else it will be because 
I want to and in private not for your entertainment." 
she had said. Wanting to save my marriage, I backed off 
and had said no more.

When the party invite arrived, I knew it was not going 
to be a swinging affair. I could but hope it might be 
exciting. 

She must have sensed my hopeful eagerness and expected 
the worst. I didn't imagine that is why she agreed to 
come and assumed she just wanted to please me to help 
save the marriage but, in the light of events, I am not 
as sure now.

At the weekend, she spent the afternoon getting ready 
and surprised me by getting out a very sexy dress with 
a low, revealing neckline resulting in a stunning 
display of cleavage. 

The dress clung to her body, showing the outline of her 
suspender belt and panties. In spite of her 38 years, 
she still had a super slim, firm body and, with her 
long, blonde hair, she was stunning. I told her so, but 
she just snorted and said, "Don't leave me alone at the 
party."

When we got to the party it was up and running with 
lots of people there. I went to get us a drink from the 
bar in the kitchen. Whilst there I met a friend from 
out of town and chatted. I suddenly realised I had been 
a long time and hurried back with the drinks. 

I was relieved to find that my wife had immersed 
herself in a small group and was chatting animatedly. 
However, when I offered the drink, it was clear that I 
was in trouble as she snarled at me to "piss off."

I went and hit several quick drinks but consoled myself 
that she now seemed to be enjoying being the centre of 
attention in her group. A bunch of men looking as if 
they thought they were on to a good thing surrounded 
her.

I sat half drunk on the edge of the dance floor and 
slowly realised that my wife seemed to be the star of 
the show, at least for her group of admirers. She was 
dancing every dance with a whole string of men and, as 
the dance floor darkened and the music got slower and 
smoochy, she was nestling close in the arms of her 
partners. 

She was obviously being chatted up and kissed 
passionately whilst her partners slowly rubbed 
themselves against her and attempted to grope her. 

The lights became dimmer and dimmer and it became 
difficult to keep track of what she was up to, although 
I could see she had progressed to locking both hands 
around the neck of most of her partners whilst locking 
her lips to theirs. 

This was clearly giving them free rein to explore her 
body as they wished. 

In the far corner of the room was a long draped curtain 
and soon, all her partners steered her to that spot so 
their behaviour was obscured by the curtain and nobody 
could see what was going on.

However, when she came off the dance floor, she looked 
more flushed and excited every time I saw her.  
Although I had expected her to keep those randy studs 
at bay, I began to be obsessed with what they were 
being allowed to do to her.

Julie had been really annoyed when I was gone so long. 
She hated having to meet new people, being basically 
shy, but was one of those people who were very good at 
hiding it. When she got going she was very sociable.  
So she was pleased when a lot of men came up to talk to 
her. She recognised that they were the most notorious 
womanisers, but, they were entertaining, and it was fun 
to relive her single days.

She had always liked the attention from the wolves and 
enjoyed being in control and holding them at bay. She 
enjoyed the chat and flirting and, when the dancing 
started, she accepted all of the invitations to dance 
that flooded in. 

All the men held her as close as possible and rubbed 
themselves against her in the slow numbers. They tried 
to kiss her and feel her tits, buttocks and belly, 
whilst whispering in her ear how beautiful she was and 
telling her what they would like to do to her.

All this attention was exciting and she was thrilled 
that men still wanted her. She basked in the flattery 
and attention. It was like being a young girl again 
with the difference that times had changed and she was 
now an experienced wife. In her youth, with no pill and 
a strict moral upbringing, she had become expert at 
deflecting the seducers.

She had missed out on the sixties' sexual revolution 
whilst bringing up young children. She was tempted to 
take this opportunity to catch up but it was difficult 
to ignore the way she was brought up. So, at first, she 
kept her partners from groping her and turned away from 
their kisses. 

However, as the evening wore on she became more aroused 
by the attentions. She began to think that I had set 
this evening up to realise my fantasy and was still 
furious at being deserted, so she stopped her partner's 
advances less often.

The organisers had dimmed the lights on the dance floor 
and played only slow numbers, and, everywhere, couples 
were dancing close with their lips locked together. 

She began to allow her partners to lick her neck, to 
nibble her ears, and then to lock their lips to hers. 
She allowed herself to respond and parted her lips to 
let their tongues explore her lips, teeth, and tongue.

Her excitement mounted and she let them slide their 
hands down her body to caress her breasts and buttocks. 
She insisted that they kept their hands to the outside 
of her clothes - an old-fashioned, teen-age restriction 
from her youth.

After each dance, she sat out for a while, joking and 
flirting with the group and enjoying the glow as the 
wine and the attention relaxed her. 

The next time she danced she immediately responded to 
the searching lips and allowed the wandering hands, 
allowing them to thrill her body. This time she 
welcomed the hand that slid into the top of her dress 
and caressed her breasts through her bra. With favoured 
partners, she allowed their hands to ease her bra aside 
and caress her nipples. It was electric and soon both 
her breasts were bare and the nipples hard.

Her favoured partners immediately headed for the 
curtain, where they could quickly get their hands down 
the front of her dress, her bra to one side, and her 
tits exposed. There was little attempt to dance, just a 
deep snog and groping of her tits. They cupped them in 
their hands, caressing her nipples sending shivers of 
arousal through her. 

She stopped the many attempts to get their hands up her 
skirt and at the end of the dance she straightened her 
cloths and returned to the group and her glass.

After this had been the routine for an hour or so, her 
eager last partner asked to her to dance simultaneously 
with another man. 

"That's tricky," she laughed. "I can't dance with both 
of you."

"Why not?" one countered, and they each seized a hand 
and led her to the floor. 

She slipped into the embrace of one of them and the 
other moved in behind her, sliding his hands around her 
torso. She was steered into the far, dark corner 
against the curtain and her conventional partner kissed 
her passionately, so she responded and clasped her 
hands around his neck. 

The man behind soon had a hand into the plunging neck 
of her dress. 

Her bra was soon undone and each of his hands were soon 
gripping a breast, stroking her nipples until they were 
hard and firm, whilst he rubbed his body against her 
buttocks.

The thrill of the kiss, the caresses of her breast, and 
the pressing of the obviously stiffening male member 
onto her buns added to her rising excitement and she 
allowed the man behind to reach down and caress her 
belly through her dress with his spare hand. 

She stopped them from trying to raise her dress to get 
onto her bare flesh, but, suddenly, a hand was sliding 
across her bare stomach. The man behind had found the 
side zip of her dress, furtively slid it open, and, 
entering, caressed her belly. She instinctively 
stiffened... this was too far to fast. 

She tried to get her hands down to stop him but could 
not do so because of her partner's grip around her 
middle. 

She was forced to abandon this fruitless, but 
enjoyable, effort to prevent the man exploring her body 
so intimately. She continued to respond to her first 
partner's exploring tongue by nestling in his arms and 
enjoying the excitement that engulfed her body.

The exploring hand gently caressed her belly with ever 
widening circles, the tips of his fingers getting lower 
and lower. She tried to protest when the finger tips 
slipped under the waistband of her panties and was soon 
exploring her mound with its soft downy bush.

The finger-tips of the hand were soon at the top of her 
crack, the middle finger smoothly slipping between her 
pussy lips, easing them apart to expose the entrance to 
her cunt. She squeezed her legs together in a belated 
attempt to control the situation, but her front partner 
kept his knee between hers, holding her thighs apart, 
and providing the fingers of the man behind with free 
access.

Then the finger-tips were stroking her hardening button 
and she, at first, attempted to complain.  This effort 
was soon lost as her desire exploded beyond her 
control.

She clung to her partner and opened her mouth wide to 
welcome his exploring tongue. 

She murmured in ecstasy, and pressed her body to him. 
He had realised what his friend was up to and, having 
helped with his knee, seized the opportunity to 
participate.

He released his hand from her breast and thrust it down 
between them. He swayed away from her to give himself 
room, and pulled the front of her dress up until he 
could reach the top of her thighs. 

He stroked her inner thigh; his movements steadily 
getting higher and higher until his hand was on the 
soft delicate skin above her stockings. 

His hand stayed there for a while, savouring the 
pleasure of the moment, but soon moved up to caress her 
mound through her panties.

Then his hand was up under the leg of her pants and two 
fingers found the mouth of her cunt and were quickly 
deep up inside her, searching expertly for her 
sensitive spot. 

She let out a low, audible moan when he found it and, 
as his finger tips massaged g-spot, at the same time 
the other man was working expertly on her clit. Her 
cunt responded inevitably to these attentions and 
convulsed to grip his fingers tightly as his finger-
fucking intensified. 

"Oh God, that's so lovely," she groaned into his ear 
and then had to bury her mouth into his shoulder to 
stifle her moans and her deepening pant as the orgasm 
started to grip her.

She clung desperately to him, thrusting her tongue down 
his throat. In her passion, she slipped her hand from 
his neck and down to his crotch. She could feel his 
prick was erect and she quickly slid his zip down until 
his hard prick sprung out into her hand. She stroked 
the glans expertly and gently caressed the tip before 
sliding her fingers down the shaft and expertly wanking 
it. 

This movement became a frantic rhythm as those familiar 
intense spasms of pleasure gripped her body. 

The man sped his finger-fuck in response to the spasms 
squeezing his fingers and her pants and moans. 

She had stopped kissing. She jammed her mouth onto his 
shoulder to stifle the noise she was making and hung on 
to him until the pleasure spasm had subsided. She 
wanked him wildly, and was thrilled as she felt his 
prick jerk and spurt furiously over her hand, the 
sticky goo dripping down her hand and over the front of 
her dress.

In the glow of her first orgasm she relaxed, but the 
man behind continued to stroke her clit with a 
persistent rhythm. The  fingers deep in her plundered 
her incessantly and the preliminary pleasures of a 
second, stronger orgasm speared through her body.

Then it hit her with shattering intensity. She released 
the first, wilting prick and reached behind her for the 
other prick which was now exposed and waiting. 
In response to her attention it soon spurted more cum 
into her hand and sprayed it over the back of her 
dress. 

She relaxed into the arms of the two men, glowing with 
the pleasure that swept over her after her desire was 
fulfilled, but, gradually, was overcome by guilt at her 
unexpected behaviour and growing alarm at the mess she 
was and her fear of discovery when the dance ended.

The exhausted satisfaction of the men was passing also 
but replaced, not by guilt, but rekindling desire.

One of them returned to fondling her breasts and taking 
his cue, the other soon had his hand on her crotch and 
slid his fingers up her knicker leg again and deep into 
her.

She pushed their hands away and whispered, "I must get 
cleaned up," and broke away from their clutches.

She quickly walked off the floor and rushed up the 
stairs to the toilet, saying a silent prayer for the 
low lighting. She was relieved when she slipped safely 
inside and locked the door. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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